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'The Self'

People **** themselves

All the time, with high frequency

Why?

A regretful life is never ours to choose

So, take a few steps away from your ruse

 

A critique of the soul

An argument with God

It's a crime

This complacency

Grabs people whole

 

The conscience of mankind

Couldn't be left behind

 

Ever since the computer first asked me, contentedly, if I was human

 

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